Here is a mantra for the day... maybe i should phrase it as a question... Why is it that we never have enough? Work our asses off on a daily basis to achieve / get something that we think we deserve. the 9 to 5 drains us so bad that we are left with only a few precious hours before we pass out. we usually fill those hours with sitting on the couch b/c that is all we have energy for. in the end, is it all for the promotion, the raise, the success? Myself, I would rather be roaming a forest, wandering through and old city or puttering on some artwork. I don't mean it to sound like i am a slacker, but rather have new priorities that are much clearer these days. i know what makes me happy.
Tzatziki by FOS (Thomas Poulsen), 2005, at Andersen’s Contemporary